Dead Solver lyrics
by Max B
[Intro - Max B]
Oh man
It's your boy Biggavel
You already know what I do
This sh*t is wavy Dame Grease
This why I f*cks with you n*gga
Got Mac Mustard with me on this one
That's my guy, I'm not going play
I am just talk to you n*ggas
Uh, Uh
[Verse 1 - Max B]
I am to much to figure out
Boogers give them the beef I f*ck them and
Kick them out lick them out
Bigga you is a nasty bast*rd
Little n*gga showing off try to past me the ratchet
Got the hummer toy pimp slapping the sh*t out of a b*tch
You n*ggas is lover boys
I am the other boy all out the deaf
Bigga got a temperature
Got the di*k hard slipped it in to her
Get ya pension up old n*gga
You can diss anybody but
No Bigga, he gonna diss ya back
He gonna talk about your momma
Talk about running in her mouth with the lama
f*ck her with no condom
Get the b*tch pregnant bet she keep it
Daddy got the treatment
Baby it's no secret
n*gga yous a disk jockey
Never had ya wrist rocky at all
Bigga he to c*cky
Oooowwwwww
[Hook]
Take a look at my life they wanna know
How I'm so nice with the flow
I'll take ya life with the four
Homie you was right I f*cked your hoe
Follow follow me take a journey with the boy
Oh boy I see Bigga he brought another toy
I think ya daddy needs new shoes
Ow ow
[Verse 2 - Mac Mustard]
Put ya sh*t on the gate like a n*gga on the packer
5th grip is spiting at any n*gga that act up
Get your chest to you back up
Lift you back up
Pts calling for back up my n*ggas back up
Yeah we be tearing this trap up to get this trap up
Punchlines hit like a Mack truck that n*gga mad tough
Waiting here for me for Joe, you gonna hold ya breath
Ripping at these flows till death
Till it ain't flow is left
Some n*ggas don't notice yet
Hold the mic like a tech
Spiting to the coldest met
Bounce like a loaded jet
Still n*ggas gonna hold the set
All them Thugs in your basement
Screaming like a b*tch when those slugs penetrating
There's a reason n*ggas hating
And her more to add to the list
It's a dash to the bricks
Don't be last to this sh*t make them
sh*t on his n*ggas straight spaz on his b*tch
If you weren't you n*ggas bumping trash on the strip
[Hook]
Take a look at my life they wanna know
How I'm so nice with the flow
I'll take ya life with the four
Homie you was right I f*cked your hoe
Follow follow me take a journey with the boy
Oh boy I see Bigga he brought another toy
I think ya daddy needs new shoes
Ow ow
[Verse 3 - Max B]
Big machine, big recoil
Whenever it spit, Biggie give your a detour
Meatball ass b*tch, classic Max kick
I'm not your average, this rap sh*t is a marriage
Know how mad I get, every time I hear this faggot
Lip sing more, still he f*cking the same whore
After she (what she do?)
Sucked my di*k and then pulled off the beanie yo
Wiped her skin clean with ya speedo
We got the Orbit, got the Efferdent, breathmints
b*tch smoke cigs, all this sh*t is irrelevant
Let's talk about, how you n*ggas is girly
Kissing and making up
Bigga, you're breaking up
You n*ggas is fake enough
Knowing I'm, thousand time better with the flows
I'm the favorite, single weak, hated it
Copped the bootleg then I traded it
Get off me man
Used the sh*t to hold the coffee stand
Ow
[Hook]
Take a look at my life they wanna know
How I'm so nice with the flow
I'll take ya life with the four
Homie you was right I f*cked your hoe
Follow follow me take a journey with the boy
Oh boy I see Bigga he brought another toy
I think ya daddy needs new shoes
Ow ow